Starvin' to Death - Peter Wolf

She’s always coming too close

I wish she’d leave me alone

But I want her to stay

By the length of my arm

Or a 20-foot pole

I keep her away

The more that she gives me

The hungrier I get

But I would not give an inch

If I were starvin' to death

And every message I send

I have to send out in code

Just to cover my tracks

And I can’t understand

How she knows what she knows

She should be facing the facts

It’s a sad, sad story

Like the one in Macbeth

And I’ll never, never let her know

That I’m starvin' to death

There are times when I call her

She answers the phone, she knows

She calls out my name

And waits for my voice

But I don’t say a word, not a word

And pretty soon I’m guessing

She’ll be saving her breath

And I’ll never say a word

'Cause I’m starvin' to death